Things are getting harder and harder, I must say.
It's really nice to be able to come on here and share memories with you guys though...makes it a little easier.
I keep getting flashbacks of my childhood and all the neat things Dad taught us. Adem, you're right spot on with him being a harvester and such a kind soul.
I can't tell you how many baby bunnies and birds he helped me raise as a kid. :D
Every spring, the first mowing of the season would scatter a rabbit hole full of babies. He'd gather the survivors up and bring them in...
We'd make a comfy & warm place for them to sleep...and take turns feeding them around the clock (warm whole milk sweetened w/ karo syrup). Once they were big enough, we'd start experimenting with fruits & veggies for them to eat. On warm afternoons, we'd take the bottom off their cage & put them in the backyard (fenced in) to let them nibble on grass.
Finally, when Dad thought they were big enough (and I could part with the fuzzy butts), we'd let them go hopping up towards the barn.
I remember HoneyBear (our golden retriever) did a 'drive by' one year and snagged a freshly released baby bunny as it started hopping away.
I think that was one of my first lessons about the circle of life. LOL
And then the baby birds/robins! Ugh.
I can't tell you how many afternoons I spent digging up earthworms to feed those little guys.
Reachel, I know you have a baby bird story too...wanna share? :D
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Oh yeah... in all my spare time I could spin a tail about Ping and Pong the orphan ducks that imprinted on Adem, Reachel and I one summer. That was a lot of work and Dad supported us all the way.
And don't forget...we'd always paint one of the bunny toe nails so we could identify them out in the yard!
And don't forget...we'd always paint one of the bunny toe nails so we could identify them out in the yard.
Hey Sherry,
my birdy story has a pretty graphic ending... that poor cat was just doing what came natural. anyway, things are getting harder for me too. I wish I was having flashbacks of childhood but mine are mostly of the hospital. today is Groundhog's day and it reminds me of Dad's reply when I asked him how he was feeling. He just said "it's groundhog's day", meaning everytime he woke up he was confronted with the same reality. it breaks my heart to think of it.
ackkkkk ! sorry, not here to write things like that but I'm not taking it back.
No need for an apology, Reach :)
This blog is to share the good and the sad...
::hugs::
hehehe-
I forgot about painting one of the toenails. :D
Remember nail polishing the turtle shells too? :D
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